this is real

and some nights I'm not so,

strong.

and I can feel my mind

slipping to thoughts of you,

like an overflowing cup of

water.

and I can feel it,

all over,

dripping.

staining my shirt

with clear liquid.

no one can see

the differences

but I can feel it

burn my skin

like acid, and these

tears I cried for you,

or rather because of you.

and those nights I'm not

so strong. I can feel it,

all over again.

the heartache